fullest disclosure of a relevant circumstance.
âBlast!â said the Assistant Commissioner.
âYes, sir,â said Chief Inspector Hazlerigg.
âItâs damned inconvenient.â
âYes, sir.â
âI particularly donât want to take you off your regular workâ â he meant Inspector Hazleriggâs permanent Black Market assignment â âbut I donât see what I can do. With Aspinall and Hervey in Lancashire looking for that damned maniac and Cass in Paris; and now Pannel has to go and crock himself.â
âI expect I can manage it, sir. Pickup can do my job hereââ But there was more to be said, and both men knew it.
âLook here,â said the Assistant Commissioner. âI think Iâd better give you a quick outline, and then youâll see how-well, never mind that. I wonât start by prejudicing you. Now. At eleven oâclock this morning a partner in this firm of solicitorsâwhatâs their name?âHorniman, Birley and Craine, opened one of their deed boxes. The box was supposed to contain papers relating to a trust. What they found in it was one of the trustees. Name of SmallboneâMarcus Smallboneâvery dead.â
He paused: then added inconsequentially: âThe late senior partner in that firm was Abel Horniman. Friend of the Commissioner.â
âWasnât he the chairman of a committee on Criminal Law Revision?â
âThatâs the man. Quite a leading light in the Law Society, and between you and me pretty widely tipped for the next Honours List. His name was a big one in legal circles and he was beginningâ â the Assistant Commissioner, though he didnât know it, was here paraphrasing Mr. Birley â âhe was beginning to be a bit of a public figure, too.â
âBut if heâs dead, sir,â said Hazlerigg cautiously, âI canât quite see howââ
âHe died about four weeks ago,â said the Assistant Commissioner, âof angina. Heâd been ill for some time. I think it would be fair to say that he knew he was booked. His doctor had told him as much.â
âI see, sir.â
âOur pathologistâs first opinion,â went on the Assistant Commissioner, with elaborate casualness, âis that Smallbone had been dead for at least six weeks-possibly eight-maybe ten.â
âYes,â said Hazlerigg. âYes, I see.â
âAbel Horniman and Marcus Smallbone were fellow trusteesâthe only trusteesâof a very big affairâthe Ichabod Stokes Trust. Thatâs an obvious line on the thing, of course. Itâs almost the only direct connection between the two men.â
âAnd is this trustâI donât know the proper legal wordâis it in order?â
âThatâs one of the things youâll have to find out. Colleyâheâs the D.D.IâIâll give you his full report in a minuteâasked them about it. Apparently it isnât just as easy as all that. One of the difficulties is that all the papers which might have helped should have been in that deed boxââ
âAnd they were all gone?â
âEvery one of them. Good Lord, as it was, there was hardly an inch of room to spare. If Smallbone hadnât have been quite unusually small and slight his body would never have gone in at all.â
âTen weeks,â said Hazlerigg. âI should have thought theyâd have begun to notice him by that time.â
âIn the ordinary way, yes,â agreed the Assistant Commissioner. âBut these were special boxes, as youâll see. A rubber sealing band round the edge and a compressor lid.â
âRather unusual, sir,â said Hazlerigg. âWhose idea were they?â
âAbel Hornimanâs.â
âYes,â said Hazlerigg again. He was already beginning to see the outlines of a simple but unsatisfactory affair with a lot of
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